Novel & Cerita Amelia Porter Criminal Minds

They went and arrested Amelia from her home. Grace's Dad said Amelia will face penalties of at least one year in prison and a fine of no less than $2500. Trial is tomorrow morning at 10 Am. But we don't need to appear at the court as Amelia already confessed everything to police and is probably going to plead guilty to the jury. Her intention was not to kill me, but to make me insane. The drug she used was a kind of bath salt which she got from one of her friends. He also got arrested evening for possession.

"Now, calm down and finish your soup here." Finish what now? Amelia could only gaze at Hector in a mixture of hurt and disappointment. She never would've thought that such a disgraceful truth was the reason behind his objection to Stephanie and Adrian's relationship. That was when she recalled her dead mother. Maybe her mom never knew about Hector's betrayal until the moment she drew her last breath. "Do you seriously think I can't dig up the identity of the woman in the photo?" Amelia tapped on the woman in the photo. "This is Tyler Grover's mother, Martha Alston!"

It seemed some people had no sense of shame, no wonder they are able to easily commit atrocities without batting an eye. "Well, look who's here… our very own murderer," Cheryl spat as soon as she noticed Amelia. Her mouth spewing venom as usual. Amelia ignored the attention seeker and greeted the director and other artists instead, "good morning everyone." "Good morning Amy… I'm sorry about what happened," Peter said. He was one of the people who believed Amelia wasn't the type of person the rumors portrayed her to be. "It's okay Peter… I know I'm innocent so there's no need for me to mope around. Let's get the ball rolling, shall we?"

The Voice awaits your return. The letter slipped from Amelia’s fingers, floating to the floor like a dead leaf. She turned to me, her face drained of colour, emerald eyes wide with shock and confusion. “What the fuck is this?” she whispered, her voice cracking on the last word. I couldn’t answer. The letter’s implications swirled through my mind like poison; Amelia as a weapon, created for a purpose, destined to kill me. It was madness, obviously. Manipulation, psychological warfare. And yet...

I felt really strange,just then I saw a bunch of people coming into the room,they looked like zombies and they all had a weapon with them. Some had axe,some knifes,some cutlasses,some shovel. They all came at me with something that would definitely kill me if they wanted it to. I tried once again to get up or even shout for help but it still did not work. They were still coming at me with angry faces and a dangerous weapon. In the middle of these zombies,I saw my past self(that is Amelia) and my mother. They ran towards me and for a second I thought they were going to help me out. But my past self opened her mouth and said in a high pitched electrical voice. "We trusted you with this Amelia,

Amelia looked at his towering figure and opened her mouth, but after a moment, she didn't say anything. Mrs. Smith sneered, “Oh, who's this little white face? Amelia, is he your new lover?” “Young man, I advise you to stay away from her. Otherwise, you might not even know how you died one day. This woman has a criminal record and specializes in deceiving young men who don't know any better." Mrs. Smith continued, “She’s just a despicable person who can't make up her mind. She not only caused the death of my son, but now she has come to harm others.”

A smile built on Madam Jewel's lips as she sat in her hospital bed, staring at the TV, and then she turned to look at the door to see Amelia entering the room. “The police have kicked off the investigation concerning the videos and the victims within them... So far, the victims are yet to be found or spoken to, so we have to wait and see...” Madam Jewel heard the news reporter say before she turned off the TV. “I have wired the money to the people I hire to be an angry mob,” Amelia whispered, walking towards her mother and sitting down beside her.

Amelia was playing with her phone, smiling slowly: "Master, you are being too modest. Every person in your contact list can make Arlington shake. Is this a sign of distinguished guests?" "The master really knows how to set a price." Amelia randomly dialed one of their numbers, and while waiting for the person on the other end, said to the local police, "One of the criminals in the task you received is Master Leandro. Why are you not taking action?" "Did someone mention to you guys to take care of it?"

Just slipped it into my coat. She stepped back, like she owned the night. But when she turned, a figure blocked her path Consuelo, two agents at her side. Amelia froze. “Game’s over,” Consuelo said quietly. “You’re under arrest for fraud, blackmail, corporate espionage, and conspiracy to defraud the Montclair estate.” Amelia’s mouth opened. A shriek part rage, part terror ripped through the air as she lunged for the dock’s edge like a cornered rat.

From now on, I will carry only the memory of her, not the pain, not the guilt, just the memory of the woman who taught me what love really means. * * * * * * * * * * * * The days that follow are calm but heavy with reflection. I keep myself busy, helping the police with the investigation. I want justice, not just for Mia, but for myself. I need closure. And soon, we get it, Amelia is found hiding in a small apartment on the outskirts of town. When the police arrest her, she tries to deny everything, but the evidence against her is too strong, her fingerprints on the knife, the witness who saw her enter Mia’s house, and the confession that eventually slips from her trembling lips.